By Marsida T. Najdeni
-As a tribute to Emine Farka Deliallisi, with a brother who was shot, a fugitive and her husband with 20 years in prison-
Memorie.al / Tirona tradition wants the brother after the sister to do not only a lot, but to shower the sister with 1001 good deeds. So Emineja, among the three Farka children, not only loved and “spoiled” her, but also supported her to get an education. Ibrahimi and Xhemali nurtured national love in their sister, but above all, they instilled in her the feelings of a contemporary woman. They wanted the sister not to be separated at the time of emancipation.
Mrs. Emine Farka was born in 1910 in Tirana, exactly 3 years after the birth of her older brother, Ibrahim, who would become a Second Lieutenant of the Kingdom, with his studies completed in Rome. Her birth after 3 years was welcomed with joy and lots of love by the family.
Later, Xhemali was born, who became an accomplished journalist, both in the Albanian print press and in audio journalism, as a journalist for Radio “Voice of America” in Egypt, and “Radio Bari” in Italy.
While the younger brother, Hasan Farka, was strongly affected by the class struggle, he could not continue the path of journalism and art, which he was very fond of. Some of Hasan’s writings were published in the newspapers of the time before the communist “era”.
Those who knew Emin, showed him to be very wise and very friendly. He would complete primary and 8-year school in his hometown. They were happy years, where peace and childlike harmony prevailed. Among the first women in Albania, who studied at the “Harry Fultz” American Technical Institute in Tirana, where she would focus mostly on the beautiful branch of economics?
The American Institute at that time also offered classes for housewives; the aim was all about the western spirit of being a housewife, beautifully combined with the traditions of the Albanian girl. In these classes, Emineja excelled. During my student years, I got to know Abas Deliallis. If only Emineja had known that the economics of the school would serve her at the door of her husband, who, among other things, was well-known merchants of the time.
The Deliallis family was a large group of patriots, but Emineja also came from such roots, where her father, Mr. Hamdi Farka, worked as a lawyer, prosecutor and finance director in Tirana. On Nandor 26, 1912 (brymuur – as the Tironians later called Nandor) Hamdi Farka, was a zealous supporter of raising the flag in Tirana. The union of Emine with Abazi brought a healthy marriage, even though her husband would be sentenced to 18 years in prison. They loved each other and never let go.
Fate willed it, or rather, black fate willed it, that people came to power that lived taking blood and innocent lives. Rulers who alienated a nation and made it spy on its brother. Besa Albanian went; the river took him along with the new communist man, who built the Political Bureau with the company.
The arrival of communism would find Emin at the age of 34, already a mother. Emines, they would shoot the light of his eyes Xhemal, the smiling and full of life brother. The joker who kept the tribe alive, with his subtle humor. They shot him and did not tell him where they buried his dead body. In complete secrecy, Emineja found out that a group of intellectuals had been shot in the field, where the “Dinamo Plant” was later built.
He took his younger brother Hasan; overnight he covered himself with an old sheet and went with his nails, digging the ground to find his brother. Your nails were bleeding, your eyes were scarred from crying, your heart was full of pain, but you couldn’t find Xhemal. To this day, the handsome young journalist is without a grave.
The older brother Ibrahimi, escaped, the other brother shot, the husband in prison…, so I’m not exaggerating, when I say Emine, it’s up to me to call her “wife”. Her sacrifices are of a gigantic dimension. The soul knows that woman, how she raised her children, also how she managed to make them people with values, away from collective evil.
Even though Emineja has been dead for 35 years, her niece Zenita misses her aunt a lot when she talks about her aunt. I wish very much that I have a modest writing; I have given love to Zenita, and to every relative of Mrs. Emine (Farka) Deliallisi. (I thank my friend, Zenita Farka, for the support). Memorie.al
